There was more than one person who saw it, and at this time, the audience was silent, and the doors and windows that were originally closed on both sides were also opened, and all eyes were condensed on the stage. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The scroll in the young woman's hand was still in her hand, and she danced the sword in only one hand, and she sang quickly or slowly, like a hundred butterflies flying over, like a green bamboo independence.

The sound of the piano seems to be inaudible, but it is often in the ears, and the chanting is not loud, but it is clear to the heart.

“… Light cover hug....Doucheng East..."

Many of the people present were rich young men, listening to this poem and looking at the girls on the stage, they were obviously from Gentle Township, but they couldn't help but be high-spirited, and wanted to chant and sing together... But no one did this, just looked greedily at the stage, blinking at the blink, lest he miss the slightest action.

“… Like a dream... Dust cage..."

The sword dance was still a little dull, and the young man's scroll was held in front of him, shaking it step by step.

Many of the elderly, rich and majestic people in the box showed a hint of laughter, and a hint of sighing, the young people on the stage are young people, and there is always a little bit of sadness when they sing these vicissitudes of life... But they understand it.

"Don't ask for long tassels, tie the pride of the sky, and the sword roars the west wind....."

The long body is jade, and the green sword is cold.

"Eyes return to Hong. ”

At the end of the dance, the sound of the piano stopped, and the young woman on the stage bowed to the audience, turned around and strode away, as silent and sudden as when she appeared.

The audience was quiet, and there was a sudden bang, almost overturning the roof of the Drunken Immortal Building.

"Who's that?"

It's a shout everywhere.

Li Huixian, who was sitting lazily in the box, had already stood up, leaned against the window and smiled: "My good daughter, my good daughter....I still hide my secrets from my mother." And he said, "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I'll arrange someone to teach you well..."

Many of the people who listened to this sword dance in the many boxes nodded with a smile, they were not as fanatical as those outside.

"This little woman, Spirit. They just said.

A spiritual word is enough, and the word spiritual is rewarded by God, and not everyone can have it.

The little woman Chunxiao is wearing men's clothes Shi Shiran walked through the many women, and seemed to really regard her as a man, the women of the Qinglou for the first time obeyed the male and female defenses and avoided one after another, looking at this little woman who was almost not powdered, the little woman's expression was calm, and her eyebrows and eyes were as cold as the sword behind her.

Isn't it just a young lady in Chang'an City, why is she still arrogant and pure? Are the countrymen now so temperamental?

"That's the first word... ”

There were many scholars and literati scattered in the noisy audience, and they did not ask and discuss the woman as fanatically as other laymen, and their faces were fanatical.

"It's the head of the song of the six states... Never heard of ... It's not something that came before. ”

"Can you write it down?"

"Bring pen and paper..."

"Why don't you ask the woman to tell me..."

"At this time, I'm afraid that it will not be good to please.."

The scholars looked around and saw a lot of handymen walking in one direction in the corridor... There were many more box doors open and someone walked out, and the goal was self-evident.

While they were looking for pen and paper, a man sitting at a table in the corner had already picked up a pen and was writing down on paper.

There are two people sitting in the dim light here, a man, and a woman, the man looks ordinary, is in his twenties, dressed richly, just like the common rich young master in the capital, there is nothing peculiar and attractive, the woman is also wearing ayaluo, looking at the figure is only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the veil hangs down on her forehead to cover her face.

Although the Qinglou does not prohibit women from coming in, it is customary for women not to set foot in it, but there are always arrogant and curious girls who appear in the Qinglou, and the bold ones break in with the girl, and the timid pestering the family and brothers as companions.

At this time, this table is probably the loyal brother who has no choice but to bring the naughty young sister.

The girl quickly stopped writing and finished, and the maidservant standing beside her took the pen and leaned over to look at the paper.

Under the dim light, the handwriting is clear and handsome, "Young chivalrous spirit intersects Wudu Xiong..." is the poem sung by the sword dance of the spring dawn.

"Miss, that's a good word. The handmaid said.

The girl nodded, "Yes, very good." "I can't write like this." "Go and ask the prostitute who the author is." ”

The maidservant girl responded and blended into the crowd, and at this time Chunxiao's door was about to be broken, and no one paid attention to the rest of the women performing on the stage, of course, not everyone could see Chunxiao, but she did not hide the name of the author of the question.

"We are a little scholar in Chang'an City... It's called Xue Qing... Not famous... You don't recognize... He's just a joke written by the teenagers... Everyone laughed. ”

The crisp and delicate words came out, making the people waiting stunned, and then their expressions were complicated.

Xue Qing... Actually, it's not that I don't recognize the name...

“… It's Xue Qing again..."

“… That wrote a poem for Liao Cheng... The one who wrote the water tune song for Zong Zhou.."

“.. It turned out to be him again... What a poet..."

Listening to the commotion outside the door, Chunxiao, who had not yet taken off her male costume inside the door, looked at the mirror with her head on her hand, and stuck out her tongue and smiled at herself: "A little scholar who is not famous, he is even more powerful when he writes in play, isn't it smart for me to say this." ”

The name spread in the Drunken Immortal Building, and the maidservant girl also returned to the girl to inform the result.

The girl seemed to be a little surprised: "Xue Qing..." nodded again, ".. That's right, a prostitute from Chang'an City..."Raising her hand and holding her chin, "I would like to see this young man... I don't know what it looks like. ”

Because the sleeves of the raised hand slipped off, revealing the rounded wrist, as the breath of the voice moved slightly, the veil was gently blown up, and a hideous scar was illuminated under the dim lamp..... someone was passing by, and the wrong eye couldn't help but sigh, the girl looked over, and the head turned and the veil fell to cover her face.

The man was a little overwhelmed, but the girl did not panic, nodded to him slightly as if to apologize for the start, and then got up, and the young man who was sitting quietly on the side also got up at once, escorted her out, and disappeared into the noisy crowd in the blink of an eye.

The man was still standing under the lamp and didn't come back to his senses, and when he saw a piece of paper on the table, he hesitated to pick it up and blurted out, "Good words.." Looking up and looking in the direction where the girl disappeared, I don't know whose woman it is?

……

The news in the capital spread quickly, and the officials also whispered when they went to court on the second day, and suddenly someone behind them whispered.

“.. What are you talking about? Be careful that I sue you. ”

Several officials were startled and turned their heads to see that it was Song Yuan, and they were even more at a loss.

Song Yuan smiled with his hands, raised his hand and put his hand on the shoulders of the two officials, leaned over and whispered: "However, the big brothers will not sue you next time they call me together." ”

Is this a joke? It's really not funny at all, the officials twitched, and one said, "No... Lord Song.. In fact, he is saying a poem. A poem by Xue Qing of Chang'an City..."The words came to an abrupt end here, and his face was even more ugly.

Speaking of Xue Qing's poems in Chang'an City, which gave Liao Cheng's life, Song Yuan was not happy.

Song Yuan really pulled down his face and said, "... What's wet, what's dry... Aren't you a scholar? What kind of poetry can you take the imperial examination?"

Several officials who followed Song Yuan immediately nodded in agreement.

"yes.. Good poetry doesn't have to be great... There are a lot of people who fall behind. ”

“… Obscene words and songs work hard, of course you can't read well... What's the use of being the champion in the Qinglou with the imperial court?"

But the next moment someone refuted it.

"A bad imperial examination is not necessarily useless... It's just that some people are not good at the imperial examination, so we can't deny them that they are talented..."

Everyone turned their heads to look and saw that it was a thin official in his forties, this was Qu Bai, the former official of the Ministry of Officials and now the servant of the Ministry of Rites, who was demoted to Song Yuan because he made a mistake to make room for Song Yuan....As for what mistakes he made, it didn't matter, the biggest mistake was that his mentor was Prime Minister Chen Sheng, Chen Sheng had been squeezed out of the court, and of course his disciples had to give way to others.

Of course, no one is willing to give up the position, Qu Bai Shishu is full of talent, and he is ashamed to be squeezed away by a small official who tastes, and he often goes toe-to-toe with Song and Yuan in his daily life.

Song Yuan Dezhi villain naturally did not show weakness.

"Who denied it? Who denied it? They can't get by themselves, and they still complain that others don't recognize their talents? What a joke. Song Yuan sneered, "Is it possible to hold a poetry imperial examination for them?"

is really an ignorant villain, he will talk about things and talk nonsense, Qu Bai raised his eyebrows and was about to mock, but when he heard Song Yuan's voice, he raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, and slapped it hard with a happy expression.

"Good idea, good idea, Master Qu is worthy of being born in Hanlin and educated. He said, and walked forward with his hands folded.

What kind of mess? Master Qu stood in place inexplicably, but the poems... He looked at the few officials who were also stunned, and said, "You said that Xue Qing of Chang'an City has a new poem?"

Talking about good poetry is something that makes people's lips and teeth fragrant, and this is the pleasure of a real reader, and an official reads the poems.

Qu Bai nodded and twisted his beard and said, "It's really good." ”

Another official remembered the previous dispute, and said with a smile: "And Master Qu, this Xue Qing is not only good at poetry, but also good at the imperial examination, and he is the first person in Chang'an City and County." ”

Qu Bai sighed and said, "Is that so? Then we can meet this young poet in the capital." ”

The officials laughed and said, "Looking forward to it." ”

Xue Qing, a young boy who had been expected by the officials of the DPRK and China, was walking towards the grass hall with his brows on his brows at this time, since he couldn't go, the days would go on, and the books would have to be read.

Fortunately, I knew that her departure was kept secret within the scope of Mr. Guo Qingxia and the Zhang family, and others didn't know about it, so I avoided being ridiculed by my classmates again, but some onlookers seemed to be unavoidable.

In the thatched hall, Mr. Si Brown squinted at the young man who entered the door with tea, smacked, and said, "The amorous man is back." ”

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